Wei Ying quickly pulled back Song Lan, and Wen Ning used an iron chain to pull the two to a safe area.
The two escaped from the slaughter basalt.
weiyingDaochang Song, it has more than one thorn nail in its brain, it has not regained consciousness at all, it is just a killing machine now.
weiyingYou were totally courting death just now!
Song Lan did not have the slightest reaction.
weiyingDaoshang Song? Song Lan?
weiyingBrother Song? Song Zichen?
lanzhanIt's useless, the spiritual consciousness in his body is only one-third left.
wenningWell, even if the spikes were removed, he wouldn't be able to regain his consciousness.
weiyingSo, he only retains the most basic bit of consciousness now?
Then why would he even think about stroking that monster.
Incredible.
Slaughter Black Tortoise seemed to be enraged.
It rushed towards Wei Ying, its pillar-like limbs crushing all obstacles.
lanzhanWei Ying, step back.
Lan Zhan was actually injured and his white robe was stained with blood, but he still firmly held the dust and stood in front of him.
The sword body flickered coldly.
Wen Ning tightened the chain and stood beside Lan Zhan.
Wei Ying played the bamboo flute in his hand, and the flute sound was rapid.
The overwhelming pressure of the slaughtering basalt followed the trend, it stretched out its front claws and stepped heavily!
The strong wave shook the dust shelter sword and the iron chain away, and Lan Zhan and Wen Ning were both knocked away and smashed into the ruins, seriously injured.
Wei Ying stepped back, but the flute didn't stop.
The monster held him up with its head angrily, and then fell down violently.
The broken wood thorns and sharp stones in the ruins slammed into his back, and his back was already bloody.
His internal organs were damaged, blood kept pouring out of his mouth, and a sense of suffocation hit him.
The black clothes had already turned grey, but the monster still didn't mean to let him go.
On the contrary, the monster seemed to have found something interesting and kept lifting him up and falling down on him.
Every repetitive movement is unbearable.
If it goes on like this, he will die!!!
...
xiangfenglingXue Yang, I beg you! Make it stop!!!
He sneered.
xueyangWhy didn't you beg me when I put you in the Yin Tiger Talisman?
xueyangNow when something happens to him, you come to beg me instead? Ah, ha ha ha ha.
xueyangI just want him to die, I just want you to watch him die!
xiangfenglingIt's my fault, I beg you, I beg you to stop, okay?
xiangfenglingIf you blame me for leaving without saying goodbye, then I will stay in Xi City with you from now on! I will never step out of here again, please stop! stop!
xueyangXiang Xiaoyu, you take yourself too seriously. I do hate you for leaving at the beginning, but I don't care that you come back.
xueyangIf you want to go, if you want to leave me, then don't come back, never.
xiangfenglingWhat do you want!
xueyangKneel down, beg me, kowtow and beg me.
xueyangMaybe when I'm happy, I'll leave him a dog's life.
Wei Ying was tortured and bruised all over, my hands clutched tightly to the sleeves, tears welled up, and my eyes were blurred.
The brain has no time to think about anything.
With a loud sound, I was already kneeling in the Yin Tiger Talisman.
One was tearful, the other pretended to be arrogant.
xueyangOh, the famous Spirit Controlling Immortal, the King of Resentful Spirits of the Mass Burial Hills, would have knelt down to me, a hooligan.
xueyangCome on, kowtow a few more times, kowtow, I'll think about it.
...
Hearing the sound coming from the Yin Tiger Talisman, Xue Yang's hand holding the talisman trembled a little.
xueyangXiang Xiaoyu! What about your principles! Don't you want everything because of him!!!
xueyangSince you kowtow so well, then kowtow a few more and knock harder!
The half of the Yin Tiger Talisman in his hand was obviously not sharp, but he forcefully clenched blood.
The black talisman was embedded in the flesh and blood of his palm, but he closed his eyes, as if he couldn't feel the pain.
The sound in my ears grew louder.
xueyangNo, don't knock anymore!
He panicked at first, then was at a loss to stop...
Finally, as if collapsed, he sat on the roof all of a sudden, choking and repeating a sentence.
xueyangNo... I don't want it anymore, I don't want anything.
"Tart - Tart Tart..."
The blood in his palm dripped onto the old tiles on the roof...
"Tick."
This time, he smashed down a transparent...
I raised my head mistakenly in the Yin Tiger Talisman. There was a blurry blood color in front of me, and there was a big bloodstain on my forehead. The blood flowed down my cheeks and dyed the white clothes on my shoulders little by little.
...
tuziI feel that every time I feel very desolate, the lights come out to comfort me. Also when I'm not happy. Ah, it's a little sweet lamp!
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